The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

the hundred and eight villages would be bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded themselves, they would then be tossed into

selected from each village, there would at least be three

fact, there were definitely more than three thousand cultivators

to look at the arena from Ascension Peak, one would be awed by the massive size of it. The distance to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles.

were thousands of God Realm

from their original

their locations had been

of whether or not Jonathan and the others made an effort to hide themselves, they would still end up engaging in

concealing their aura, they would surely be noticed

battle was inevitable, so Jonathan saw no point in sneaking

they were moving as a trio. If they bumped into other average cultivators, they would be able to defeat

was mostly on Merilyn,

longer they ran, the more frightful

break away from Merilyn because her cultivation level was too low, as far as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the two. If they were to bring her

happened to be the perfect counter against the snakes

moment, Jonathan realized that he might have underestimated the

Stellario on Mount Boisvista, Stellario had been so quick

pace to match Jonathan’s as

his life

took, his feet’s meridians, flesh, and blood would suffer immense strain. He was teetering on the brink of

other hand, Merilyn remained unfazed. Throughout their entire run, her posture remained unchanged, and her expression stayed

Jonathan were to pay attention to her

Jonathan found the corners of his

me now. This is ridiculous. I was the numero uno in the

as that thought crossed Jonathan’s mind, a golden ripple materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling its role in safeguarding

“Someone’s attacking us!”